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The universe speaks
Mystic finger shows the way
Give the finger back

Holiday in-laws
Taking space, pressing buttons
Get me a gift: out

Soft jazz riffs repeat
Break minutes down to meter
On hold, keeping time

Sterile tasting air
Busy hush of waiting rooms
Waiting for new life

Unfurl unfolding
Secret truths written inside
Reveal who you are

Dappled light on moss
At once hiding and showing
Tantalizing me

Hidden desires
Symphony of sins at hand
Reach out, touch the dark

In sheets not our own
Twinning skin and secret sigh
Again, before checkout

Sleight of hand
Misdirection and mirrors
Smile, but cry inside

Reverberate me
Bass hit my soul like a drum
There's pain, but not here

Rain splatters on glass
Twisting newness into life
Rinse my world anew

Speck of dust falling
Glittering a shaft of light
May you never dim

After strong words shared
Her hair parts and she looks up
Sun breaking through clouds

Fog clings about town
Leeching color from the world
Turning me grey too

Writing is weird. Sometimes I'll visualize a perfect scene, or catch a perfect phrase... but even that little is far too much to compress into 17 syllables.

It works best when my sense of the subject is hazy and I don't have a clear vision of an end product.

Something something something about solids not being compressible, but gases fitting the shape as needed, except I've drunk too much to make it sound classy

Crawl into the car
Best night I ever forgot
"Where to?" Cabbie asks

Leaf falls at such lengths
The bough weeps at the distance
But the kids grow up

Please, please, win me back
You're my life, but I can't stay
While you walk away

Looking out to space
Pondering infinities
Stars ask, "what are you?"

Tackling life with ease
Every task ticked effortless
Skies burn bright at dusk

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